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This Means War

Harry's p.o.v.

The tears poured down my face as I processed the sight in front of me. Louis was pressed up against the locker while Levi ran his hands through his hair and kissed him. The sight made me sick. How could Levi do this to me? He hated Louis and he knew I was falling for the boy. The five minute bell rang which pulled the boys away from each other. Louis' eyes met mine but they weren't as refreshing as they once were. His hair was messy and his lips swollen from Levi. He was clearly regretful from what I had just witnessed. He rushes over to me while holding Levi's hand.

"Haz, I can explain.." He looked tired and it made me sad to see him so worn down but I was so hurt.

I backed away shaking my head. I don't care. I don't want to know. I needed to get away.

"I d-don't care. I-I just..." I handed him the painting I had poured my sou into before running into the crowd of the hallway.

I felt so incredibly stupid. He had hurt me before I don't know why I expected anything different, but from Levi? This was all just one big backstab. Louis had already put a bullet through my heart I still handed him the gun and gave him the power to shoot me. I was just beyond stupid. I ended up in the art room just before the bell rang. I rushed to my seat in the corner and just bawled with my head placed on my desk. Ms. Jones came over to me and rubbed my back.

"I don't want to push you or make anything worse, but I do want you to know I'm here," she spoke softly. I just nodded with my head in my arms and she walked away. That's when the bell rang.

"Okay class!" Ms. Jones said. "Today I want you to keep working on your pop art project, you have all week to finish. Remember that colors are really imp-" the door opened.

I looked up slightly keeping my head low. It was Louis. Seeing him made everything so much worse. He was holding my painting and I could tell he'd been crying. I just wanted to hug him and make him feel better but I knew that would make this so much harder than it already was. It felt like everything Louis has said to me is a lie. He told me he liked me. Clearly he didn't. I was so angry and confused.

"Nice of you to join us Mr. Tomlinson. Have a seat." She had a lot of sass in her voice. She gave me a sympathetic smile. She knew he did something.

"I-I'm sorry..." He quickly rushed to his seat. He quickly glanced at me but I looked away. He doesn't get to do this.

"As I was saying," she continued, "remember that colors are really important so be conscious of your color pallet! Have fun!" With that, she walked back to her desk.

I couldn't even begin to think about picking up a paint brush in the state I was in. Tears blurred my vision as I was surrounded by the scent of the boy who broke my heart, twice. I wish I would've changed. I kept my head in my arms and just cried. I felt a hand on my back and I instantly recognized the warmth. It was Louis.

"Go away." I muttered.

"Haz-"

"Don't call me that." I harshly interrupted looking up at him. Tears were still rolling down my face. I was met with a very gentle set of eyes that made my heart melt. He was nervous and worried. I could tell from the tremble in his hands.

"Okay, I won't. I'm sorry. Harry, I know you're mad at me but please can we talk?" He was pleading with me.

He really seemed to feel bad. I'm a sucker for this boy. I slowly nod my head before I look over to Ms. Jones. Her desk was right behind me so I know she heard the conversation. She gave me a hesitant nod as a signal that we could go talk and I thanked her. We walked out of the classroom and sat down on the floor of an empty hallway. I had mostly stopped crying but still a few tears escaped here and there.